1st Prize, Crocodile Crawl and Marathon Swim in Nimbin Pool Olympics
It was my 50,000th birthday yesterday so I have decided that I will share all my poetry from the last 24 hours. However, first I want to announce that I achieved a lifelong dream of Olympic Gold in the Nimbin Pool Olympics on the 27th of January 2020. I won’t be going to the Tokyo Olympic Games but I am seriously considering entering the 50m butterfly in the Pan Pacific Masters Games #PPMG2020 on the Gold Coast in November because with dedicated training, I can win.
This first one celebrates my sons and the gift of life from my two past wives.
Thanks for the gift of life From my first and second wife Our three sons are my greatest gift Everywhere they go spirits lift Clay, Luca and Sacha are my sons The Builder of Earth, The Light of Moon, The Protective ,Caring One Carrying Water mixing Earth, and Light The love of two people in the Moon Light I sowed the seeds and nurtured my sons They look to me as The Role Model One I express gratitude for their attitude Their smiles, hugs, that they are peaceful not thugs They grow and show love Protect, build and shine light above Thanks for the gift life From my first and second wife
This poem is about self care because if you don’t care for yourself how can you care for others?
My time alone is time I own I’ll spend it productively alone Time for self, mental and physical health As my health is my wealth
Quiet time is sublime Where I find the words that rhyme So I will write in the night Words to inspire and delight
Time for me is time I’m free To create my life for me Where I inspire others higher In the quiet time when I retire
I’m in Brisbane visiting my parents and son amd when I went outside in the night to pee, I noticed the difference and decided to write about it. Please pardon my profanity đ
The city and bush
The city at night is incredibly quiet with only a far away hum Back in the Bush sound surrounds insects, frogs are around so back to the Bush I’ll run
The city at night is filled with light Even when the moon does not shine In the Bush I see stars, wallabies not cars And The Milky Way in a bright line
In the city asleep, you don’t hear a peep But the hum of the air conditioners ring In the Bush hear the breeze, in leaves of trees And Cicadas that make my ears ring
I heard a bird, he said some words “faaaark the city I’m a crow” “there’s many birds in the Bush, so off I’ll push “off to the faaaaarkin Bush I’ll go”
I’ll get out alive, thrive not survive So I made a decision to leave In the Bush I am happy, life’s peaceful not crappy But the city makes me want to cry and grieve
I won’t look behind, life is sublime I am lucky I live with the land In the city day and night, there’s struggle and fight But in the Bush the beauty is grand.
There’s a lumpy old stump that I love to jump Wind blows the leaves on the ground Now I sit in a White box with a fan at the top Going around and around
I’m going back On a winding logging track That’s now a road for a car I will be fine in the Bush anytime And The city, long gone and far
Anticomplaint
Today I’ll complain I know its strange But I also wake up with pain I wouldn’t usually tell you I just push through And manage it with my brain I want to complain About sun and rain And fuckas In my news feed That whinge and complain About the hot and cold New and old And can’t handle the truth From people like me Who are BOLD
I Emptied MY cup But filled it back up Because who wants to be A useless fukup So I won’t complain Put my shit in your brain With your pussy attitude Are you sane? Lift my spirit high Fly in the sky Experience all of life With joy and not cry Laughing with happiness Passion and bliss My puspose to uplift As people need this And I will no longer Whine nor complain About pain But take action not get sucked down the drain
I won’t complain Nobody wants to hear it I am an uplifter An uplifting spirit My purpose to share my words to uplift Sometimes a slap in the face book Is lifes greatest gift.
STOP IT
Stop trying and just decide to do it Stop crying and go through with it Stop giving up and start something new Stop procrastinating and just do Stop surviving and thrive Stop drifting and drive Stop hating and love Stop fearing have courage Stop sinking and swim Stop drinking alcohol and live Stop taking and give Stop shaming and forgive Stop fighting and care Stop cutting and grow hair Stop complaining and be sane You are responsible for the thoughts and actions of your brain
Birds, bees, flowers, forest trees, we are in the need of these.
Dictionary, itâs a book that has every word in it
Like the internet?
Yeah but just words and their definitions
Like Google?
No Ads
Paper?
And Words
Like what do you mean?
A dictionary is a book that lists all the words in a language and their meanings, usually in alphabetical order. It can give the equivalent word in another language as well as their usage and examples. A dictionary can also give you the pronunciation, origin and grammatical usage whether it is a noun, verb, particle, conjunction, preposition, adjective or adverb.
Whatâs a verb?
Itâs a doing word describing an action but I suggest you look it upâŚâŚâŚ.. in a dictionary.
I donât have a dictionary but Iâve got a smart phone with Google
Here, use my pocket dictionary.
You must have big pockets.
Nah just normal sized ones.
Well that dictionary wonât fit into anyoneâs pockets that I know but my smartphone does. Why is it called that?
I donât know. Let’s look it up in the dictionary. âŚâŚâŚ. I canât seem to find it.
âOK Google why is a pocket dictionary called a pocket dictionary when it doesnât fit in a pocket?â
Well?……
Nothing. It seems even Google canât answer everything.
Look! Here! In my Pocket Oxford Dictionary under pocket it says pocketbook a small case for papers
“OK Dictionary guy…. define Google”
I can do that without a dictionary and this one was written before the internet existed so no Google.
The Banjo Paterson Bush Poetry Festival in Orange, New South Wales begins on the 17th of February. There are a number of events happening throughout Orange and the surrounding district until the 24th of February 2019.
Events include The Banjo Paterson Bush Poetry Competition which I am entering a poem titled “Our Darling is Dying”. There is also Rotary Brekky and Poetry on the Pavers as well as Poetry in the Pub featuring the Poet’s Brawl. In the poets brawl, poets have one minute to deliver any original poem, bush, slam, rhyming, non-rhyming but must use both the words “Banjo” and “Orange”.
“Andy Banjo Player” is the poem I have written for the “poets brawl”, tell me what you think in the comments.
Andy played a banjo with an orange and he played it very bad
It made a juicy squishy sound and it drove his mother mad
Orange juice went everywhere and pith and peel too
The ants came by the millions and the fruit flies flew
He played with so much gusto and a lot of zeal
Grated it and juiced, he was left with orange peel
Only when he ran out of juice did Andyâs playing stop
So he ran out to a fruit stall and bought a kilo from the shop
Playing “Orange Crush”, the song from REM
Played every single orange till he’d juiced all of them
Bottled it and marketed it and only told the truth
Under the trade make of Andyâs Banjo Orange Juice
Copyright 2019
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Sitting at home this Sunday morning and my partner says something that sounds like “mermaid juice.” OK, I think to myself, there is something funny about that and I begin to write.
Mermaid Juice
“I think Iâd like a mermaid juice.” The great white shark said
So she blended up a mermaid and the mermaid juice was red.
“I was feeling pretty funny because I ate a clown
But mermaid juice has fixed my tummy since I drank it down
Now Iâve had my mermaid juice, I want some toast and cheese
But I canât leave the water, can you call Uber please?
Iâd really like a sandwich on some bread thatâs brown
I love Uber eats when they bring food down
Thanks for bringing my food but Iâm not a fan of bread
She opened up her mouth, bit off the Uber drivers head
Great White Shark was happy with good food in her tummy
An uber driver and a clown and mermaid juice so yummy
There is one more thing, I want some more to eat
So she called the cops and ate some raw pig meat.Â
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